Bright Sword: I am the old squad leader of the Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle

"This bastard is so weak." Ling Yunzhi thought to himself.

"Damn it, what are you bastards thinking about? The Eighth Route Army is about to approach the city, and you still have the mind to look for some pretty girls?" Ling Yunzhi yelled at the Japanese soldier whose mouth and nose were crooked after being beaten.

"Hey..." This little Japanese soldier stood straight and saluted Ling Yunzhi.

A large mouthful of blood mixed with a few teeth flowed out of the Japanese devil's mouth.

"Let those who should be released go." Ling Yunzhi turned around and shouted at the traitors, "Take me into the city."

The Japanese soldiers immediately opened the city gate and made way for a path.

More than a dozen sidecar three-wheeled motorcycles entered one after another.

The Japanese squadron leader whose mouth was twisted by a beating was marching in front of the team.

The little girl who was taken away by the Japanese devils quickly returned to her parents.

Soon, everything in Pingshun County was in sight.

Although Pingshun County is not big, it has everything it needs.

Bursts of gunfire were heard from the military camp not far away.

Mixed in with the gunshots were deafening explosions.

At the gate of a courtyard, the Japanese soldiers guarding the gate were completely different from the Japanese soldiers in other places.

These Japanese soldiers were wearing simple bulletproof vests and steel helmets that did not reflect any light in the sun.

Not only that, each of these Japanese soldiers was equipped with an American-made M3 submachine gun.

Even with the hair on your toes, you can guess that these Japanese soldiers must be from the Japanese Yamamoto special forces.

There is a five-story building in the middle of the yard.

It can be seen clearly even from the street outside.

A dozen Japanese soldiers and actors from Yamamoto's special forces team climbed to the top of the five-story building, where they practiced rappelling with ropes.

Not far away, a dozen Japanese soldiers escorted more than 100 prisoners of war to the Japanese special forces training base.

From the military uniforms on these prisoners of war, it can be seen that most of them are from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, and a dozen of them are from the Central Army.

Anyone who has watched the TV series "Bright Sword" knows that these Japanese devils took the prisoners of war to the training base of Yamamoto's special forces.

Members of Yamamoto's special forces used these prisoners of war to practice hand-to-hand assassinations.

"How many people are you in charge of among these prisoners of war?" Ling Yunzhi drove his three-wheeled motorcycle very slowly, and he asked loudly to the Japanese squadron leader in front of him.

"Report to the commander, there are about 6000 Chinese prisoners of war in our prisoner-of-war camp. These Chinese are a bunch of dispensable idiots.

Yamamoto's special forces killed hundreds of prisoners every day."

Ling Yunzhi stopped and pretended to be surprised and asked, "Yamamoto's special forces? What kind of team is this? How many people are there?"

"The Yamamoto Special Forces were formed under the order of our First Army Commander Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka. There should be more than 50 special forces in our Pingshun County. I don't know the exact number."

After hearing this, Ling Yunzhi nodded, turned around and whistled.

Those behind him quickly looked for the high ground.

Soon, Zhang Dabiao and his men rode their motorcycles towards the commanding heights they were looking for.

Ling Yunzhi followed the Japanese squadron leader straight to the command center.

A reinforced battalion of the Japanese army was stationed in Pingshun County, with more than 2000 people.

"Sir, where are you going?" The Japanese squadron leader had no doubts about Ling Yunzhi's identity.

"Okay, you idiot, you can go away now. I'll take a look around." Ling Yunzhi parked the three-wheeled motorcycle on the side of the road.

Under the escort of a dozen Japanese devils, the more than 100 prisoners of war walked towards the training base of Yamamoto's special forces.

Ling Yunzhi lit a cigarette and looked around.

Zhang Dabiao and his men have already reached the designated position.

"Bageyalu, you Chinese people, move faster."

"Baga, stop dilly-dallying."

These Japanese soldiers started cursing at the prisoners of war, and while cursing they swung the butts of their rifles and hit the prisoners.

These prisoners were exhausted, their bodies were covered with wounds and their clothes were torn.

Ling Yunzhi saw a tall guy in the crowd.

This guy was at least 1.85 meters tall, with a bald head with several scars from his ordination.

This person is Wei Dayong.

The prisoners of war were driven into the training base of Yamamoto's special forces by the Japanese.

Bursts of gunfire were heard from the training base of Yamamoto's special forces. The Japanese soldiers were training shooting with M3 submachine guns.

It can be seen that the Yamamoto agents are very agile and their shooting skills are very accurate.

Accompanied by bursts of gunfire, targets in the distance were shot down one after another.

After the shooting, the Japanese soldiers conducted bomb-throwing, climbing and blasting exercises.

After seeing these prisoners of war coming, the captain of Yamamoto's special forces, Akio Ozawa, blew a whistle.

Soon, all of Yamamoto's agents gathered together.

There was a table in front of the prisoners, on which were placed more than a dozen daggers.

"You Chinese, I'll give you a chance to live." Ozawa pointed at the daggers on the table, "Take up your weapons and defeat us, and you will be able to get out alive."

However, the prisoners stood there motionless.

These prisoners of war were captured by the Japanese.

They were like wooden sculptures and clay figures, having lost their fighting spirit.

The mentality of these prisoners of war had long since collapsed. For them, every minute they could live was a minute, and every day they could live was a day.

All the people stood there motionless, no one stepped forward, and no one took out a dagger.

"You Chinese are a bunch of inferior beasts."

"You are all a bunch of cowards. You don't even dare to put up a basic resistance."

"Look at the military uniforms you are wearing. What qualifications do you have and how can you still live in this world?"

"Chinese people like you are worse than dogs. Even a dog will bite people, but you dare not resist."

Ozawa Akio kept talking and cursing for a long time.

Finally, three prisoners of war from the Central Army came out and said, "Brothers, we're going to die anyway, let's fight these little devils."

"Even if we can't defeat these devils, we can still take care of each other on the road to the underworld."

"If we can kill one little devil, we'll have broken even. If we can kill two or three little devils, we'll have made a profit."

The three central army soldiers walked to the table and selected three daggers that suited them.

"You little Japs, come up and die." The three Central Army soldiers took up their positions, and it was obvious at first glance that they were all martial artists.